🌻The Tree House🌻

The farther the sun went down the more I wished to stay longer. I told him we could be kids forever and we never had to grow up. The world would spin and the days would pass but we would remain kids forever. Living in the tiney treehouse in his backyard. That night could have never ended, but like most things the sun set and the days pass. And as we got older we would soon forge all the memories and thoughts shared with each other. But we would always remember that tiny treehouse in his backyard. The wooden panels that held so many secrets and laughs, the names carved into the boards above the window. The wood may rot but the memories will never fade. Our lives may have changed from superheroes to accountants, but our thoughts remain the same. Longing and imagining that wooded hideaway.